Imagine
That there was this path
you could take,
A road you could veer on
where the street signs call “Fate,”
You haven’t observed
this channel of movement before,
You keep pedaling
anyway,
flying passed past
missed doors.
You could keep mobbing
down it 'til that adrenalinicly ambitous intensity dies,
like a coal into ashes,
that burns into it's demise.
The ashes crumble from
your grasp, unto the ground, *
_ onto _
/ \ |
/ \
/ \
| / \
* smooshed |_ _ _ _ _\ |
/_ _ _ _ _ _| your
\ /
| \ /
\ /
| \ /
\ _ tire,
_ /
embedded in the dirt the
next revolution around.
Now becoming upcycled,
to let new thoughts grow and arise,
blooming from the spot,
on the pavement, a
single
Dot.
Looking, behind you, now further away
Goes your old train of
thoughts,
Quick reflection →
slam on breaks, flip around and try to catch it,
pick it up, plant it
right, so seeds'll
drop,
and allows their pods to
fly
into a new crop in the
fields of black sky, into the infinite depth of the night, into the
vacuous void where you've perceived how light has lost every fight.
You grab them, take a
deep breathe, fill them with hope and all the best.
Hold 'em up to the sky,
then take a deep breathe.
Exh-
-h-
-h-
-hale,
as the take flight into
the night, and charge into the black, ready to impale--
But your head whips
beyond, at movement caught in your periphreal net of sight,
a gleam moves across
your eyes
one that reflects what
the seeds have sown, the nights crop, uproot your prize;
It starts at the top,
then
falls
to plant, itself
and reside on the
edge of the skies...
It blooms into an
auratic orb, first dropping low then growing high, high, high up into
the plentiful air above you.
It smiles at you, this
sun-flower, lighting all paths for you in a big display,
which labels itself, as
a new day;
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